"Xia Qingqian—" A pleasant male voice sounded from behind, and at the moment she heard her name, Xia Qingqian trembled and responded, "Here!" Actually, she wished she could find a hole to crawl into so that nobody could see her.
She slowly turned around, and it was a very clean and gentle-looking boy standing in the sunlight. He extended his hand towards her, a handkerchief resting in his palm, and said softly, "You are Xia Qingqian... right?" His face carried a hint of shyness.
Xia Qingqian was stunned. No one had ever spoken to her this way. She nodded blankly in her shock but dared not approach him.
"Xia Qingqian." He called softly again, and she, as if on instinct, shivered and replied, "Here!" The shadows cast by those childhood bullies were hard to erase.
"You don't need to be so nervous, I'm not like them. I'm Qiao Zhenyu, pleased to meet you." He held back a laugh as he walked over to Xia Qingqian, using the handkerchief to wipe her dirty face.
